Back in Aught Two when my mother dropped me off at college in Massachusetts, far from our Austin home, one of the last things she said before she left was "Now, I don't want you coming back talking like a damn Yankee"--partially in jest, but there was some gravity in there too. My vowels have rounded out after 8 years living north of the Mason-Dixon, but I have a real love for Texas and the various Southern dialects of my childhood. For instance, it's not "Guadalupe," it's "Gwada-loop." It's not "Burnett," it's "Burn it." Don't even talk about car "oil," it's "ohl" or it's nothin'.
And mind you, it's not "Fire Ant," it's "Far Aint."
This brightly colored 8 1/2" x 11" poster was printed on a Vandercook SP-15 with hand-set antique wood type and lead ornaments, and hand-carved original linoleum blocks.
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